Chelseaville 2018
Once the door closed after Elizabeth, Harrison sat in his chair, unperturbed, at least in appearance, because his mind was agonisingly tumultuous by the look of distress in the girl’s eyes as she persisted him to open the envelope.
The envelope laid before him, unexposed.
He couldn’t understand why the girl from the city ventured so far and threw herself so selflessly into the hands of trouble- like a messenger travelling from the depths of hell and purgatory in desperate search for paradise. There was only one person in his life he had known who would have took part in such a selfless mission- Hope. That’s what his mind was gnawing at, Elizabeth Hartley resembled a striking silhouette of Hope that he could not schism.
The cobblestone walled cottage was colder th
